Dear bitty garden,
How very swiftly plans for spiffying up a garden, even the tiniest of them, can turn to fiddle-dee-deeing. I blame those overcast skies and the great little pumpkin who’s always up for a photoshoot, twist my arm.
Do I have plans for you this season? Why of course I do. It’s my favorite time of the year, haven’t I mentioned? I think I may have once or twice. 😉
On my list is a large pot of mums which I hope to find at the outdoor farmers market just as last year. Somehow it makes meeting them all the more adventurous. Their color will have to surprise me because nothing this complicated is to be had in this little corner of our world. Choices are few, and in less than two years I’ve learned fewer is oh so much sweeter.
I hope to paint acorns and reattempt to photograph chestnuts which for some reason never want to focus. Or is it me that’s out of focus. Could be.
Oh, I know I have other to-dos on my autumn to-do, but don’t mind if I sit back and stretch my sip of orange mint a daydream or two longer than usual.
Perfect, absolute peace surrounds those whose imaginations are consumed with you.